Above Purple Clouds || Yoongi x Reader

Chapter 4

"Beautiful pictures. I can't believe you took these." he said.

I looked up, startled, and before I could scold the man, I noticed who it was.
Yoongi.
Min Yoongi.

"Yoongi?!" I said, surprised.

"Yeah. Didn't think we would meet again, Y/N. Turns out coincidences actually do exist."

"So you didn't follow me, right?"

"I was going to ask you the same, actually."

"Ok let's just agree that it's just a coincidence. But you're still suspicious." I said.

"You're also suspicious. But I'll pretend you didn't follow me here."

"Whatever. I didn't follow you here."

"That's what they all say." he told me.

"Pft, what do you mean? Do you have stalkers, Mr. Yoongi?"
I could see his gummy smile.

"No, I don't."

"That's what I thought." I replied.
And there was a long pause.

"Listen..." he started. "Do you want to go for a walk?"
I was so surprised.

But I smiled and said "As long as you don't kidnap me."

We both laughed, and exited the cafe.
It started snowing, and it was so beautiful.

"It's so beautiful when it's snowing. It's just so calming. Winter is by far the best season." Yoongi said, as if he was reading my thoughts.

"Exactly. Winter supremacy."

"So, we finally agree with something." He said.
I smiled at him, and he just looked at me.
Staring at me, I got embarrassed, so I turned away.

Then silence.
I didn't want the awkward silence to take over, so I started a conversation.

"So... what do you do for a living?" I asked.

"Well, I like music a lot. I love writing songs and singing them. It's mostly rap." he answered.

"That's really impressive. Good job."

"Yeah, thanks. I'm not really big though. But... I do have fans... and some crazy ones." he said, but this time he was looking around, concerned. As if someone would be following him.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm alright." he replied, turning his attention to me again, his gummy smile showing again.

We continued to talk, while passing by small shops, the cold air stinging my cheeks.

Before we knew it, the sun had went down, preparing for the moon's arrival.

He stopped, and turned to face me, and I did the same, as snow was still falling, making everything better.

"I-" he was stuttering. He was always so confident, and it was kinda cute seeing him flustered.

"I uhh- I had a great time." he managed to say, as he was ruffling his hair nervously.
I didn't know what got into me, but I grabbed his hands, wanting to stop him from fiddling with his hair.

His eyes widened in surprise, but I just smiled at him.

"As hard as it is to believe" I began, "I had a great time as well." And I wasn't lying.

"How about you give me your number?" he said, proud, and took out his phone.
I giggled as I took his phone and typed my phone number in it.

"Such a gentleman." I said, as I gave him his phone back. "Text me." I continued, turned on my heels, and left.

When I arrived home, I couldn't resist and I googled him.
That's what every girl did after a date, right? Maybe I could find his Instagram account or something.
As I typed his name into the search bar and pressed enter, I was shocked.
Like, completely shocked.

He literally had nine MILLION followers on Instagram, with millions of likes on his posts!
Was he famous or something?!

And then I searched him on google.
It said that he was also known as 'Suga', part of a korean boy band called BTS.
A rapper.
So, he was extremely famous.
He was a real k-pop idol. A very famous one.

I did more research, and he also went by the name Agust D.
Agust D?! The guy that sang Daechwita???
Wow, he really was talented.

But why did he tell me that he wasn't big, when he clearly was?

And then it hit me.
He said that he had some 'crazy fans'.
Did that mean that people saw me with him?
Did the paparazzi take pictures of us?

I decided that I would ask him about everything one I met him again.
If he ever texted me.

I gave him my number, but he didn't give me his.
So he was the only one that could text me.

It was already 12 am, and I was sleepy, so I went to bed.
But right before I closed my eyes, the only thing that's on my mind is him.
I wonder what it's like to be famous, like him. Because I bet he has it hard.
I wonder if he hates it.
I wonder if he'll ever text me.
I wonder if he... is actually into me.